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The Naughty Bits
by
Kenny N Gamera
Finally, the months passed and the iron gate came down
with a rattle and a clank. We were trapped in Mr.
Slot's; free at last. As Stumpy lovingly put away each
Star Trek and Babylon 5 novel in Star Date order, I
rushed around counting tills, slapping back misplaced
best sellers, and pretending that the magazines did not
look as if a kindergarten had played sand box in them.
I, thus, made it to the Golden Calf Cafe in near
record time. Jenny and her friend, Kim, weren't there
yet so I ordered a latte from one of my other favourite
coffee makers, another young girl named Jenny with a
sweet little hind and (and played a pretty mean game of
pocket pool in the "other place"). With coffee in hand,
I went to the table on the patio where I had first seen
Jenny.
Guilt forced me to do some actual; thus, I was nose
deep into geo-bullshit, when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned to see the pretty blue eyes of Kim.
"Hiya, guy. What's up?"
I made a quick glance to the sky. "Clouds."
"You do think you're a comedian. Too bad you aren't."
"I'm hurt," I replied.
She smiled as she sat down, flopping a bag videos on
the table. "You think so now. Just wait," she said.
Before I could ask her to explain, she added, "Jenny's
getting coffee for us. She'll be out in a moment."
To fill the awkward silence, I asked, "so you're a
teacher at Gil Thorp,as well."
"Yep," Kim answered as she watched the door, not even
glancing at me.
"Oh, what do you teach?"
"Languages." She turned to look straight at me.
"Mostly, I do french."
She licked her lips (mental Erp).
"But I am trying to get some of the students
interested in Greek."
Just then, Jenny came out with three large coffee
mugs. With a hello to me, she passed one to Kim and
another to me. Mine was, of course, a latte. I looked
at her questioningly. She just winked. We settled into
a three way conversation about this and that and the
other thing.
Eventually, Kim got up from her seat. "I'm taking
off, now. I promised Sherry I'd be over at eleven.
Think Kenny can take you hold, Jenny?"
"Oh, I think so," replied Jenny with a glance and
another wink in my direction. "Have fun."
"We will," Kim said as she got out of her chair. "If
you two are lucky, I'll bring Sherry over after we
finished our videos."
"Please do," Jenny answered. "The more the merrier."
Kim waved goodbye and went to the parking lot. I,
frankly, was stunned out of my gourd. Jenny looked at me
as if she were assessing my state. Finally, she sighed
as if she had come to a decision.
"Let's go. I'm ready to get out of here."
Together, we got up and went back inside to the bus
tub. While I gulped down the last swallow of the latte
she had got me, Jenny dumped in Kim's and her own mug.
Both of mine followed. She looked at me. I looked at
her.
She, for the first time, smiled a smile I could call
shy.
I melted like a marshmallow in cocoa.
We talked about,of all things, my dissertation
project. I explained things that I could understand at
that point. She asked several very intelligent questions
(which only surprised me because no one else I had ever
talked with about it ever had a clue about what I was
talking about). Frankly, that was it. Still, I never
wanted to arrive at her apartment building, but we did
all too soon.
"Kenny," she said as I pulled up to the curb. "I
never put out on the first date."
I went straight into confused mode as she reached for
my hand.
"But this isn't a date. I want you to come inside
with me."
I did; oh God, I did.
We attacked each other at the door. She started at my
shirt, while each of my hands grab a cheek of her ass. I
pulled her tight against me, enjoying the feel of her
body on mine even as she pulled my shirt from my pants.
Once her hands met each other at my back and the last
of my shirt-tail had escaped, she cupped my bass and
tightened our embrace. We said nothing as our tongue
caressed each other and felt around the other's melted,
exploring and touching.
I broke away for air (I couldn't help get: I have
always been a mouth breather). As I did, her hands went
from my butt, and I was pushed as far as she could
without her escaping my grasp. Wordlessly, she began at
my shirt's lowermost button. I got the idea and loosened
my tie until the thin part had slipped free and broke the
knot. The top button came undone. She pushed my shirt
down to my elbows. Using her left hand to push aside the
sparse hair, she lowered her mouth to my right nipple.
Her tongue scroll swirled from as it had done in my
mouth. I reached for her had and started to stroke her
hair gently. I had closed my eyes and took short sharp
gasps of air. My cock jerked, getting harder with each
spasm.
Finally, Jenny broke her lock on my chest. Her right
hand went to my crotch. She gave me a quick squeeze and
with a smile up at me moved her right hand up and her
left hand down to meet at the clasp of my slacks.
Together, they got it undone and as she pulled my zipper
down, she lowered herself to her knees.
In short order, my top was freed. Jenny, looking up
at me with mischief in her eyes, moved her mouth to its
head. I closed my eyes with her tongue first touched it.
I only felt her mouth close around. I moaned.
I fell forward, my hands catching me against the foyer
wall. Her hands laughed my cock and went to my chest.
She began to rob me as well as play with my spit covered
right nipple. Finally, I pushed her away.
She started to speak, but I shushed her. "Lay down,"
I said. "It's your turn now."
She laid on her back and played with my cock and balls
as I finished taking of my pants. I dropped to my knees
and undid her jeans. Together, we pushed them off as she
kicked off her shoes. Her pants off, I threw them to the
side. She looked at me; I reached up and gave her a
light kiss on the cheek.
The kiss broken, I stood down to her legs. I stroke
than in long upward strokes from the ankles to mid-thigh.
I concentrated along the sides of her legs, using just
the very tips of my fingers. Then I stopped.
By push for lights apart and (wince) dived in. I
planted gentle kisses to the tops of her thighs going
back and forth, forth and back between them. I used my
fingers to trace patterns on her tummy, just as I,
finally, began to softly lick the very top of each thigh.
Then at last, I consciously touched my tongue to her
outer lips, tasting the metallic, electric tang of her
skin.
To soon, I was pushed away. I, however, had just
begun to taste her, and I wanted every last bit.
"Turn over," I asked her; she did. I started to
stroke her legs again. This time, I planted gentle
kisses as I caressed her. She softly moaned, until I
quit. I climbed over her laying my semi-erect penis
along her ass crack.
I touched her earlobe with my tongue. "You like," I
asked her with a whisper.
She reached behind her with both hands for my
erection. "Let's go to my room."